My Testimony — Part 2
Answering the Call
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The Surprise Visitor
Drum beating rhythmically, the small room shadowed in dark and candle flame. We all closed our eyes, allowing our minds to still, our breath to slow. Buh-boom, buh-boom, buh-boom. The gentle taps echoing against the stretched hide of the hand-held drum.
I sat, no longer in the small, dark room, but nestled among the roots of the great Yggdrasil. I sat, my spirit twined with those of the other participants, all of us connected — bound among the great ash tree of life, and as I sought wisdom and growth in my spiritual journey, I heard a voice.
Alicia.
My eyelids fluttered, but did not open.
Daughter.
My heart sped up as did my breath.
The voice, warm, like a mother’s that a babe in the womb hears. Gentle, ageless. Odin?
Guess again.
A hand was held out to me but I pulled back, gripping the rope-like root that had been my gentle swinging oasis moments earlier as a strange fear tightened my chest.
